Hooters is an artifact of the 1960s‐1970s sexual revolution, before which we had very few opportunities to see bodies other than those we married or were related to. Hence we had the R-rated movie golden age in which naked boobs appeared at least once in a 90s minute run, And two or three peek-a-boo flashes of different boobs was good value. Hence the breast-count included in Joe-Bob Briggs’ drive-in cinema reviews.

So boomers and their parents (greatests?) got way more buzz from busty, tightly-clad waitresses serving greasy food than us younguns. Even I (GenX) had pirated Playboy channel before USENET supplied me with all the human specimens I could ever want. As a young adult I didn’t get the point, and post #MeToo, with awareness that Hooters is as exploitative as the rest of the hospitality industry with wait staff, it’s just super creepy.

So Hooters may just be going the way of the printed newspaper and the video cassette recorder. It once fulfilled a need that is better provided for, and now only has a niche audience.